Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Can You Dig It? , by - Def Squad. Song from the album El Nino, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.1997
Record label: DEF JAM
Song language: English
Can You Dig It? |
| It’s Erick Sermon, no need for those to guess yall |
| I confess, ya’ll, when I spit the yiggy yes yall |
| I gotcha, when that groove hit, no stoppin ya |
| Tear the club up like Three 6 Mafia |
| I’m real, react when it’s time to peel |
| Step, if you want it, come get it, come wid it, what the deal? |
| Yo dog, I roll tight in my stinkin Lincoln |
| With black frame, grey interior with the wood grain |
| And two stash boxes, for the funds and guns |
| I don’t own an UZI, but my 9 weights a ton |
| Kid, we be the mos' deffest, no squad can catch us |
| We takin the, drastic measures to fulfill the pleasures |
| When I turn one hundred and eight, with wrinkles in my face |
| My name will still be in debates about who was great |
| I make you tie your lace two times when I create |
| Cause when I begin to get slick, I sweat Quaker State |
| We three the hard way, tight like little Jamal’s face |
| You offers, I walk through your church without no parlay |
| Or permits, fuck your white picket fence |
| I’m from the hood, keepin it tinsel, 17 inch |
| I’m strictly convinced, yall puss |
| Flippin crack, save that |
| I kepp my money stacked, ghetto diplomat style |
| Order it now, no refunds |
| I’m like a clib with jums |
| I move crack fiends with different vowels |
| Even technicians can’t repair the mic I spit on |
| I’m too underground to dance with that shiny shit on |
| , naah, call National Guards and trucks |
| And their weapons better be big as fuck! |
| Ay yo, the three of us together is incredible |
| Like a miracle, finally I get to move it up a few decimals |
| Unquestionable, Unconscionable to the mental |
| Not that happy dappy shit that you’re use to |
| I got the skunky funky illest funk flow |
| For the glamorous, scandalous world of radio |
| And pimpin ain’t dead, ya’ll niggas just scared |
| To smack a ho, and make that tramp get up out there |
| Oh yeah, I heard your new shit is GARBAGE |
| Bastard, lookin like you just stepped out of a casket |
| I get stupid, dumb, illiterate when I’m killin it |
| Real legitamate, bitches gettin intimate |
| In nineteen hundred and ninety eight |
| We gonna set a whole lotta different shit straight |
| You suckas, no good, insecure back barnyard sewer rat eatin motherfuckers! |